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thought of having to wait to find out how I would pay penitence for my sins, only served to up the anxiety level of the situation.
    That was how Drake operated though. He used anticipation as a way of control, along with the other antics that he utilized.
    I had never dealt with a man that was such a contradiction in terms. He was a suit, a business man and yet he was street smart.
    He was a brainiac and yet he knew how to deal with issues in the street. He was dangerous; that combination was lethal. Drake had no intentions of letting me go and I had no intentions of becoming the object of his wrath by trying to leave again.
    Oh God, why did I leave ? I have always been a hot head, but nothing could have prepared me for what would come later, due to my bad decision making process.…
     
     

Chapter Fourteen
                 Hushed whispers could be heard throughout the large crowd that had gathered. People knew exactly who had done this.
    They were s hocked that the crazy stalker was not the street kid that they had all assumed he was. They had seen the way that he pulled up with a driver and dressed in a tailored suit. Not to mention the gun that was stuck into the front of his pants.
    There wasn’t a whole lot of mercy from the crowd for Rico. He had terrorized the neighborhood for the last year and many of the residents were glad to see him get what was coming to him.
                      Rosa had not been hurt during the assault on Rico, but her eyes were now opened to just how crazy that Drake would get over Mandissa.
    She was scared that he would come back for her. She could only hope that he didn’t blame her for the incident. I mean it wasn’t like they had kidnapped the girl but ……. Rico had trapped her in the apartment and held her at gun point.
    What the hell had he been thinking? The only thing that she could figure was that maybe he had assumed there was more money to be made. She hoped that it wouldn’t cost her the check that she would be getting from Drake. Oh well, she was going to have find somebody else to cop her drugs from now.
                        There was no mercy for Rico from her either, all she cared about was the fact that she didn’t have her dealer around anymore. Right now it didn’t matter though, because she had his drugs.
    As soon as Muhammad and Drake had walked out the door, she had coldly stepped over his beaten body and taken his drugs, money, and anything else that she could find.
    She wished that she had been able to get his gun , but Muhammad had picked that up. Oh well, it didn’t matter anyway; she had the drugs and that is all that any junkie cares about…
     
     
     
     
     

    Mandissa
                  I woke up about 3:00am and made my way to the bathroom. I quietly eased my way back into the bed.
    “Do you think that this is over, Mandy? You owe me! You took my property and put it in danger of being defiled by another man.”
    “I’m not your property , Drake.”
    “ The hell you aren’t!”
    “What do you want from me, Drake?”
    “I want what I have always wanted, you.”
    “You have me Drake, but not as property.”
    He flipped me over in one move, placing me on all fours and then pushed between my shoulders, causing my upper body to be laid out on the bed, but my ass was in the air.
    He knelt behind me and waited.
    I attempted to move and a sharp sting hit my ass.
    I sharply sucked air in, as tears flowed down my face. I was glad for the darkness that kep t my humiliation from being viewed by him.
    “This is embarrassing , Drake!”
    Another sharp slap on my ass, let me know that I needed to shut up and just let things play out.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Drake & Mandissa
                My hands slid over her smooth skin and I c ould feel the heat radiating from the slaps that I had subjected her to.
    I knew that she was crying , but I didn’t care. It kind of turned me on. She needed to